I’ve Lived A Thousand Lives

The magic of being a reader.

Photo by Nong Vang on Unsplash

One afternoon, when I was six-years-old, my parents explained to me there were stories written in books. It was the best revelation of my life. I already loved stories: I’d watch movies all day every day, cartoons and children’s telenovelas – yes, they were a thing. There’s something about other people’s perspective that’s… haunting.